You know when you watch a scary movie and the one person who is trying to let people know that this shit is haunted and we all need to leave get’s softly called crazy? Well, I feel like that one person, and you all are going to think I’m loosing it over here in Germany. I’m a little surprised at myself for even wanting to write about this, but here goes…
You ever have a time when you intend for something to be great and it just isn't? You plan and get excited and pumped up for it. It finally happens and it’s just so-so, or maybe even down right miserable? That was our New Years Eve.
We had planned a night out on the town, the way we used to. One last hurrah before we trade it in to stay in with little ones and toast with sparkling cider. Out to the club drinks and dancing with friends. And because the Germans do it all night, we decided so would we. Boy did we.
After all this waiting and wondering over when I will leave, and worry about the dogs, packing, unpacking, packing again, and many, many heartfelt good byes, the day is finally here!
I have three day left in America. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. THREE! So much has been happening over the past week that it’s hard to keep up or even remember, but I’ll try…
